New Team, New Dream

Chapter 6

The weekend came to a stop quickly, and before I knew it, it was time for my first practice as a cheetah girl. I happily invited Peyton over to get ready with me, but she said she couldn't because Jamie had already asked her. I felt a little hurt, but after all, I was second best. What did I expect?

When I was done, I came downstairs into the kitchen. My mom gasped and told me that I looked beautiful, and then gave me a huge hug. She offered to take my picture, but I declined. I wasn't in Ohio anymore. I wasn't a little kid.

Then I helped myself to a chocolate chip muffin, and raced out to the car for practice. I got myself pumped by playing Cheetah's Worlds music of last year which I had memorized already. I was smiling widely when I pulled into the gym and parked in my usual spot. My mom said that her insurance would cover the window, and it would be fixed in no time. So as of right now, I wasn't worried. I had nothing valuable in my car to be stolen anyways.

When I walked into the gym, Peyton and Jamie were stretching and whispering in the corner. I walked past them and sat by myself to stretch. If Peyton was talking to Jamie, I wanted to be nowhere near them. Especially if Jamie was just going to bad mouth about me to Peyton.

"Alright everyone! Let's get started! Fifty sit-ups!" We got into our lines and began to condition. After the first twenty sit-ups, my abs were already hurting. I looked around me for someone else who felt the same way, but all the other people were still doing sit-ups effortlessly. I couldn't believe how in shape everyone was at Cheer Athletics, and I had to admit that I was jealous of Jamie's sculpted six-pack.

After conditioning, we stretched for fifteen minutes. I learned a couple of partner stretches and a couple of single stretches, and then I was beginning to get tired. Luckily, Coach motioned to get water and we all reluctantly agreed.

I was gulping down huge sips of water when I saw Jamie disappear outside. She was carrying a pen and what looked like to be a sticky note pad in the pocket of her coat. When she came back a moment later, the things were gone and an evil grin was plastered on her face. Peyton watched her and looked extremely nervous, beads of sweat dotting her forehead.

I couldn't take the suspense any longer, and told Coach that I would be right back. Then I ran out to my car and discovered another sticky note stuck to my steering wheel. This time it read:

Watch your back bitch. You aren't gonna be a point flyer here- if I can help it. ;)